Missy scowled at him and his smile faded in confusion.With both hands back on the table she thought of keeping Jeffery locked in her room like a priso...er. Just like her father had talked about in Vietnam. She could build a bamboo cage and lock him up. Make him sit in a small chair naked while she walked around him and hit him with a cane. She could just see him blubbering for release and this made her happy.GOD! What was wrong with her? Her body burned with the absolute NEED to have sex. Her. "God, I'm cumming! Yesssss!" Crissy moaned as Otto spurted inside her ass. Her body heaved, this orgasm shaking her even more violently than the last. Crissy shuddered one last time, then fell forward onto the floor as she felt the dog's cock slip out of her. As Otto crawled away, Crissy looked up at Ron, who was still holding his cock."Are you ready for me now?" he asked.Crissy moaned. Being fucked by the dog had left her totally spent, her orgasms draining all of her energy. But she wasn't. I didn't have a problem with sucking or even fucking them but they might if they knew about the cock in my panties. “Why don’t you start with this,” the blonde said opening his fly. “You know how to suck a cock, don’t you?” I nodded, looking at the semi-rigid member he held out to me. It was a beautiful thing, growing steadily while he stroked it. Oh I knew how, I thought. While his friend cat-called and cheered I devoured this young hunk of meat. It was straight as an arrow with a large helmet. ‘Out with friends,’ they said. Liz had seemed preoccupied, but he had put that down to getting close to thirty. She didn’t come home that night. The next day Darla was at Tom and Liz’s house early in the morning. ‘Liz is OK,’ she assured him, ‘she’s fine, she’s not hurt or in trouble or anything.’ Her voice, normally confident and cheerful, was guarded. ‘She, uh,’ she told him hesitatingly, ‘needs some time to, um, find some things out,’ she stammered, ‘about herself.’ In the almost decade.